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George Heritier If it’s February, then this must be Toledo… …or something. There’s a standing joke among our intrepid band of Midwestern winos that an arrangement of some kind should be made between ourselves and the local Chamber of Commerce, because as was the case last year and the year before, unseasonably warm weather followed us to Toledo for our annual gathering there. It MUST be us, right? Surely, some kind of rate adjustment (or outright waiver) could be made for our now-proven collective sunny disposition. Festivals and conventions could be scheduled to coincide with our annual wine weekend. Think of the financial benefits that could be reaped by Toledo and Lucas County! Flights of fantasy aside, it was a comfortable group this year, so comfortable, in fact, that we couldn’t get everyone to pose for a group picture. (However, Stephen Goodfellow's fanciful digital artwork shown above is a fair approximation of this crowd.) There were most of the usual suspects from the previous two years; Larry and Mary Meehan, Bill and Norma Paumen, Chris (Chairman Moe) and Cathy Gross, Andy and Linda Keillor, Jeff Faunce and Amy McClellen, Pam Patt and Jeff Gillikin, Scott Thiede, Tim Thomas, Kim Adams and this taster, along with new comers Brad Ballinger (above left) from the Twin Cities and Rick Dayan (below right) from Indianapolis. Ice Cream man Bob Graeter joined in on Saturday, while Mary Meehan returned home to tend to a business matter. No sooner had Kim and I arrived at the now familiar Courtyard Marriott with Scott Thiede in tow, than we quickly joined our compatriots in the mini-lounge between the Gross and Meehan quarters, where some whites were already being sampled. I took no notes at that point, opting to dive into some crackers, kalamata tapenade, and "once crusted with volcanic ash" goat cheese, but Larry did the honors, so his impressions are as follows. (My only vivid recollection of the pale stuff was that the Caymus Conundrum was the most horribly overoaked wine I’ve had in many moons; I took one sip and poured my glass.) 1998 Mastroberardino Greco di Tufo
(11.5 alc) -- gold in color...all kinds of
nuts on the nose -- almonds and hazelnuts jump out...smoke, stone and
coconut as well. Comes across with a surprising "oaky" quality
on the palate -- coconut milk and vanilla...some lemon tea and stone
chips, too. Decent acidity...fairly long, smoky finish...an
"ok" kind of wine. I’d barely had time to sample a couple of these before it was announced that it was time to remove to the main lounge (once again turned over to us by the most gracious management for our use that weekend) for red wines and pizza. The pizza was excellent, but surprisingly, four of the wines were corked, three of them being Italian. Still, there were a number of interesting selections, and more than enough to go around. Here’s what I tasted. |
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